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PETRUCHIO:
Prithee, Kate, let's stand aside and see the end of
this controversy.
TRANIO:
Sir, what are you that offer to beat my servant?
VINCENTIO:
What am I, sir! nay, what are you, sir? O immortal
gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet
hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat! O, I
am undone! I am undone! while I play the good
husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at
the university.
TRANIO:
How now! what's the matter?
BAPTISTA:
What, is the man lunatic?
TRANIO:
Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your
habit, but your words show you a madman. Why, sir,
what 'cerns it you if I wear pearl and gold? I
thank my good father, I am able to maintain it.
VINCENTIO:
Thy father! O villain! he is a sailmaker in Bergamo.
BAPTISTA:
You mistake, sir, you mistake, sir. Pray, what do
you think is his name?
VINCENTIO:
His name! as if I knew not his name: I have brought
him up ever since he was three years old, and his
name is Tranio.
Pedant:
Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio and he is
mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, Signior Vincentio.
VINCENTIO:
Lucentio! O, he hath murdered his master! Lay hold
on him, I charge you, in the duke's name. O, my
son, my son! Tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio?
TRANIO:
Call forth an officer.
Carry this mad knave to the gaol. Father Baptista,
I charge you see that he be forthcoming.
VINCENTIO:
Carry me to the gaol!
GREMIO:
Stay, officer: he shall not go to prison.
BAPTISTA:
Talk not, Signior Gremio: I say he shall go to prison.
GREMIO:
Take heed, Signior Baptista, lest you be
cony-catched in this business: I dare swear this
is the right Vincentio.
Pedant:
Swear, if thou darest.
GREMIO:
Nay, I dare not swear it.
TRANIO:
Then thou wert best say that I am not Lucentio.
GREMIO:
Yes, I know thee to be Signior Lucentio.
BAPTISTA:
Away with the dotard! to the gaol with him!
VINCENTIO:
Thus strangers may be hailed and abused: O
monstrous villain!
BIONDELLO:
O! we are spoiled and--yonder he is: deny him,
forswear him, or else we are all undone.
LUCENTIO:
VINCENTIO:
Lives my sweet son?
BIANCA:
Pardon, dear father.
BAPTISTA: